Qingzhou City, manor and courtyard in the west of the city.
"puff!"
Zhou Xiong's face was pale, he was vomiting blood, his clothes were torn, his hands were torn and blood was flowing, and he looked extremely miserable.
He stared at the person in front of him and said, "Give me a chance!"
Hu Yanzhen looked at Zhou Xiong, clasped his hands together, and his body was not stained by dust. A faint golden shadow of a bronze bell floated around him, and he said in a calm tone: "Iron Palm, Demon Subduing Palm, Sky Splitting Palm, Hunyuan Palm, Vajra Grand Mudra... can master more than a dozen palm techniques, so as a martial arts master, you can be considered worthy of the name."
"It's a pity that your zhenqi is too weak. The zhenqi of Xuanjie Kung Fu alone cannot support these palm techniques at all."
"If you practice earth-level skills, you may have a chance to break the poor monk's golden bell. It's a pity that you are too weak now..."
Zhou Xiong's expression was extremely ugly. He could tell that the other party really wanted him to die! !
But he doesn't want to die. He is the grand master of the Consecration Hall and has a bright future. What's more, he has just made an agreement with the Queen Mother. As long as he kills Liu Dao, he can get a sufficient amount of Chiyuan Pills when he goes back. With these pills , even if you want to hit a first-grade grandmaster, you still have a chance.
How could he die here?
At this thought, Zhou Xiong took a deep breath and looked at the young-looking Hu Yanzhenyi in front of him. He felt indescribable envy in his heart. He entered martial arts too late and his bones had already been finalized. But even so, he still relied on his tenacity. With perseverance and unscrupulous plunder, he finally defeated the other warriors and became the grand master of the Enshrinement Hall.
In the beginning, he was not trained as a strong martial artist, so his early resources were very poor. If he had not made great achievements and stood out, he might have only been a peripheral member of the Dragon Guard for the rest of his life.
I have accomplished everything on my own... I don't believe in destiny! What a bullshit destiny, I must live on, I must become the number one person in the wilderness, I cannot fall here... Zhou Xiong kept roaring in his heart, he was not willing to give in!
He was not willing to die like this! !
"Bang!"
Zhou Xiong knelt down.
Kneel down on two legs and knock your head to the ground.
Zhou Xiong lowered his posture and shouted with great respect: "Sir, I am willing to be a dog for the Sirius Kingdom. No matter what the mission is, I am willing to serve! I hope you will give me a chance to be a dog!!"
Um?
Hu Yanzhen never expected that Zhou Xiong would say such a thing?
Is he also a little surprised?
A grandmaster who was trained by the Great Wilderness royal family since he was a child is actually willing to be a dog for the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom?
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world! !
"Hehe...hahaha..."
Hu Yanzhen couldn't help but laugh, his eyes full of sarcasm and ridicule. How could the Heavenly Wolf Kingdom not be able to conquer such a huge wasteland?
"Are you willing to be a dog for us in the Sirius Kingdom?"
"Just to survive?"
"I just asked for your name?"
"Haha...Does a dog still need a name?"
Hearing Hu Yanzhenyi's words, Zhou Xiong quickly shook his head and said with an apologetic smile: "Of course a dog doesn't need a name! A dog only needs to listen to its owner and know how to bark and bite...wangwangwangwang... "
Zhou Xiong's dog barked a few times and even stuck out his tongue, looking extremely flattering, as if he had really turned into a dog!
"Are you really a good dog?" Hu Yanzhen looked at Zhou Xiong and suddenly felt disgusted. This Great Wilderness Grandmaster had simply embarrassed the Grandmaster!
Even though he is from the Tianlang Kingdom, he feels that someone like Zhou Xiong is not worthy of becoming a martial arts master! !
"Yes, yes." Zhou Xiong nodded, very flattering.
"Since it is a dog, it should naturally have a name!" Hu Yanzhen looked at Zhou Xiong. Although he felt that this dog really disgraced the martial arts master, he was still useful. A martial arts master, even if he was trained by Dahuang, Great value too.
"Master, please give me a name!" Zhou Xiong endured the humiliation and said flatteringly with a smile on his face.
"My surname is Huyan. Since you are my dog, you should also be surnamed Huyan. However, I think your surname is Huyan, which disgraces the face of my Huyan clan. Your surname is Yan, and your name only has the character for dog. From now on, you will be called Yan Dog." Hu Yanzhen smiled lightly and gave Zhou Xiong a brand new name.
"Yes, yes, from now on my name will be Yan Quan." Zhou Xiong nodded quickly and said with a smile.
"Yan Quan, you have to remember that you will always be the dog of my Huyan clan from now on!" Hu Yanzhen took out a blank parchment from his arms and threw it away.
"Write it down. Write your original name and your current name in blood as a contract."
"Yes, thank you, Master." Zhou Xiong looked at the blank parchment. He knew that by writing this blood book, his control would remain in the opponent's hands in this life, but he also knew that his life was saved.
Zhou Xiong stretched out the fingers of his right hand, dipped his blood-stained palm in the direction of the blank parchment.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a bright white light flashed away.
"Ahhhh..."
Zhou Xiong tightly grabbed the index finger of his right hand, and a section of the finger was severed, soaring into the sky and falling to the ground.
"My fingers, my fingers..."
Hu Yanzhen narrowed his eyes, stared at the shadow of the backyard, and said coldly: "Who? Get out!"
"Pap, tap..."
Footsteps sounded.
A figure wearing a black robe and a ghostly mask on his face slowly walked out.
He held a long sword in his hand, exuding a faint edge.
"Grandmaster?"
Hu Yanzhen's expression became serious, feeling that a master he didn't know had secretly sneaked into the manor.
not good!
Zhang Qi?
The next moment, a bloody human head rolled in front of Huyan Zhenyi and Zhou Xiong.
Above the head was Zhang Qi's deadpan face.
"How brave!"
Hu Yanzhen's eyes immediately turned red, and a strong killing intent emerged from his body. He was no longer as calm as water, and the light golden bell that emerged on his body was also colored with a trace of blood, as if stained with blood. Demonic nature.
One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a devil!
Buddha also has anger. When Vajra is angry, the fire of karma will arise! !
"The Angry Eyes Diamond Heart Sutra!!"
As soon as Hu Yanzhen took a step forward, the surrounding pale golden Hong Zhong phantom suddenly dissipated, and an angry-eyed Vajra burning with red lotus karma fire appeared out of thin air. A strong murderous intention, accompanied by the aura of violence and killing, came directly from Hu Yanzhen's body. It emerged like a completely erupting volcano, wanting to burn and destroy everything.
"Die to me!!"
Hu Yanzhen suddenly raised his hand, and the angry-eyed Vajra behind him also raised his hand, and the huge Buddha's palm, burning with red lotus karma fire, slapped it hard in the direction of the ghost-faced masked man.
The huge Buddha's palm directly covers the entire courtyard, from top to bottom, like the sky pouring down, giving people an irresistible feeling!
"It's over, it's over, it's completely over!!"
"This monk is enraged!!"
Zhou Xiong didn't care about the pain in his fingers, climbed up from the ground, and kept running towards the courtyard.
Zhou Zhenwen silently looked at the huge Buddha's palm. He did not swing his sword to fight back. Instead, he stretched out his left index finger and ring finger and pointed it slightly toward the sky. An invisible and formless sword energy vibrated out like ripples.
The One-Sword Immortal kneels down!
In an instant, countless sword energy soared into the sky, and along with the water droplets splashing in the garden, they turned into long sword energy dragons, and suddenly penetrated the palm of the Buddha! !
"boom!!"
The Buddha's palm, which was burning with red lotus karma fire, fell apart and cracked inch by inch.
The sword energy was accompanied by water droplets all over the sky, pouring down like a heavy rain.
Zhou Xiong was stunned by the rain. He looked at this scene, and his eyes were full of the figure of the man in black who broke the Buddha's giant palm with his sword...
"When did such a sword master appear in the wilderness..."
